Room 09: Kerrain and Cyndon

[Cyndon]

Cyndon bustled around the hallways trying to find room number nine. There were many different students rushing along from place to place, and all of them were too preoccupied to stop and talk.

"Excuse me, where is room 9? Can you tell me where room 9 is? Excuse me can you - OW! - Geez... a simple 'Excuse me' would suffice..." He was being trampled and couldn't find his room, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He slowly got more stressed until finally a random student decided they weren't too busy to talk.

"Hey!" The student got Cyndon's attention. She was dressed in a tight red shirt with a low cut top and white knee shorts. There were bunches of chains draping from her pants in criss crossing patterns, almost like Trapper pants. She walked up to him and tilted her head to one side, her fox ears showing and perking up slightly.

"Hi... My name's Cyndon" Cyndon took a look at himself to compare. He was still dressed in his blue robes, and underneath that he was wearing his black shirt with - oddly enough - a fox on it, and his blue jeans which were torn and caked with dirt near the shoes, which were worn out new balance sneakers. He smiled wryly as he added "And i look like a total mess." The girl laughed and responded:

"My name is Ni'ir, pronounced as in the opposite of far, it's nice to meet you." She bowed her head in greetings and that's when Cyndon noticed that she seemed to be looking him over. He blushed and finally asked her:

"Would you happen to know where room Nine is?" She laughed at Cyndon and responded quite quickly:

"Um... They aren't co-ed dorms, however i actually do know. Just follow this hallway all the way down to the end and head right, then go straight until you see a statue of a lion. The door to the boys dorms is right near there, and room nine should be easy to find there." She rushed off, her tail showing through a hole in her jeans. Cyndon blushed as he realized where he was staring and continued to the dorms.

Finally Cyndon bustled through a door with a large golden "9" sitting on it. He walked into the nearly blank room and found his luggage sitting in the middle of the room. He dragged them to the further end of the room near the large plush bed. It was a welcome change from his lumpy old mattress at home... He began to unpack his luggage while waiting for his roommate... What was his name again? Cyndon checked the paper that he was given to find the name Kerrain in large red letters.

Cyndon dug into the chest and pulled out pictures, knick knacks, and other things that he brought from his house. One of the most important things to him that he pulled out was a photo of his family. His mom and dad creating such large contrasts and him in the center facilitating a sort of sliding change... He was so amused at how many people seemed to marvel at the differences between his parents and him. Finally it came down to his changes of clothes, and he had way too many of them to begin with. There were many different shirts with pictures of different animals and landscapes, and there were three different colors of jeans; Blue, black, and a couple of red. Cyndon immediately lied down on his bed and put the ear buds of his iPod in his ears, waiting for his roommate to arrive.

[Kerrain]

Although Cyndon appeared to be having a peaceful time, his roommate was out of the academy at the moment... right outside the wall of the dorm room and on the ground. He was holding up the Grenavive with his pirates as he gave the order, and the ship came with a resounding thud on the brace under it. He had to help hold the ship so a few of his crew could construct a brace to keep the ship off the ground. Otherwise, the wood would rot from the wet grass and dirt.

"Alright, men. Clean the ship. I'll be making an entry way to my supposed 'dormitory'. Donivan, you threw the black paint up there, right?"

"Yessah, Cap'n. Righ' up 'dere."

"Good. Get to work, alright? When the ship is clean, feel free to go explore around a bit. Just don't cause any trouble."

"Yessah, Cap'n sah."

The corsairs climbed up the anchor chain as they got up onto the Grenavive and went below deck to start the cleaning. Kerrain himself simply ran up to the base of the academy wall and ran up it, performing a back flip in the air, and landing solidly on the stern of the ship. He walked to the wheel and picked up an oversized harpoon gun, and hefted it toward the black paint splatter where the dormitory lay.

"Well, may luck be with whoever is in there..."

With a flick of his wrist, the harpoon fired into the air.

Cyndon's iPod music was interrupted completely as a metal object came crashing through the wall beside his bed, and spread out into a claw of a length near five feet. Kerrain, down below, attached the harpoon gun to a crank as he started winding it in, the prongs of the monstrous thing raking the dorm floor and grabbing onto a good-sized portion of the wall. The dorm's wall suddenly broke inward and collapsed, the debris falling to the ground just in front of the Grenavive. Kerrain gave himself a silent cheer as it didn't hit the ship. The pirate crossed back to the stern and hoisted up an extremely ladder-like implement. It was composed of two one-foot thick poles, the one on the right sawed to have stair-like appendages, and the one on the left a smooth and sanded pole. Kerrain backed up a tad and ran forward as he javelin-tossed the special ladder, the metal claws on the underside of its stand raking and gripping onto the easement of the dormitory floor. The pirate then went to the railing on the stern and attached the ladder to it with a myriad of metal clamps.

"Went better than I thought... didn't hit anyone."

Kerrain back up and went into a flat-out run, jumping onto the rail of the stern and then running up the right pole, until he leaped once more and went into a somersault, rolling onto the dorm room floor. The young pirate stood up and looked at a strange boy laying in a bed, then thanked his accuracy that he didn't rake HIM out instead of the wall. Kerrain, his bare chest riddled with scars as well as equipped with a toned set of muscles, saluted playfully to the boy in the bed.

"How be you, eh?" He commented awkwardly.

[Cyndon]

"JESUS!" Cyndon cried at the new tumult of events going in the room. "IS THIS EVEN LEGAL!? The dorm room has been BOARDED!" Cyndon gripped his chest like he was having a heart attack... He looked at the pirate in front of him.

"You must be Kerrain. My name's Cyndon, and something tells me you and i will get along nicely." He laughed now that the fear of death was gone. It was actually a pretty funny thing to be sitting there one minute and the next the wall right next to you disappears from view. He just hoped that Kerrain wasn't going to get into trouble on his first day at the school. Finally remembering his manners he offered his hand for a handshake, his white eye flashing light while his black eye seemed to suck light away from that side of his face.

[Kerrain]

"Nice to meet you as well, Cyndon." Kerrain acknowledged, reaching over to the boy's hand and grapsing it firmly, giving it a good shake.

"CAP'N GILL-TEE! WEEVE GOT ZEH SHIP CLEAN'! WEAR GOIN' TAH GO GE' SUM GRUB!"

Kerrain moved over to the hole in the wall and looked down to see Ajon waving a hefty musket in the air.

"GOTCHA AJON! DON'T CAUSE ANY PANIC, EH?!"

"YESSAH, CAP'N!"

The corsair turned off the stern with his musket and bounded down off the railing, sliding down the anchor chain, and scurried off into the forest. Not soon later, the whole crew did the same. One could hear musket shots going off in the forest by then. Ajon was a terrible shot.

"Sorry about the mess. I had hoped no one would be in this room before I wrecked it. Though, think of it this way, you have a whole dorm to yourself besides the hole in the wall. I'll be sleeping down there in my quarters." Kerrain stated, pointing to his ship below as he looked to Cyndon.

"Honestly, you're completely not faking that sincerity..."

"Shut it, Degel." Kerrain order outloud on accident. Usually he kept the conversations with the hilt of his sword a private matter. The corsair reached down to his belt and flicked the golden, empty hilt.

"AAAYIIE!"

"That's what you get..."

Kerrain turned his attention away from his unruly hilt and grabbed what appeared to be a chair on a ball bearing, and swiveled it so he could sit informally. The pirate brought his hands to his chin and cracked his neck both ways, then regarded Cyndon once again.

"So... when was the last time a leviathan harpoon came crashing into a wall next to you? I'm thinking about going fishing later on with it. Isn't there an ocean around the back of this school? Or have you not been here long?"

[Cyndon]

"eh, call me Kou; most of my other friends do." He stuck his tongue out, closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. He looked out the hole to the ship and whistled openly. The ship was huge and beautiful, he could tell he and his new room mate would get along marvelously.

"Ship mates, eh?" He chuckled to Kerrain as he had just yelled the instructions to Ajon. Hearing the multitude of gunshots, he guessed that his ship mates were hunting for food... he hoped none of them accidentally killed anything that wouldn't be used for food.

"I'm sure we could get the mess cleaned up in a jiff if we really wanted to. Besides, it's not like you could have known that i was here anyway. Meh, don't feel like a stranger all the time, man, you're welcome to visit my room at any time, as long as you don't touch some of the more sentimental things..." He shot a glance to the family photo. He looked back at Kerrain as he suddenly exclaimed 'Shut it, Degel' and flicked the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Talking to your sword...?" Cyndon walked over to the staff lying against the wall as he chuckled slightly. As soon as he picked it up, vines shot from the area he had grabbed hold of and wrapped up his arm.

"Hey, Camellia. I see you're awake again. Kerrain, in this staff is an earth spirit by the name of Camellia." He showed off the staff and just as suddenly put it back in place. "I wonder if your sword - Degel, was it? - and my staff might actually get along." Cyndon grinned openly.

"Well, i can't say i've EVER had a leviathan harpoon come crashing towards me... It was an... Interesting experience i have to say..." Cyndon looked back at the large hole in the wall now and giggled to himself. It took quite a bit to get Cyndon shaken to the point of hysterics, and that was probably a good thing. "Now that you mention it, i haven't been here long, but i believe that there is an ocean back there..."

[Kerrain]

"Please, don't comment on the hilt. Trust me on this..." Kerrain stated, bringing a leather square from a pocket in his pants and covering the circle construct in the middle of the hilt with it. If that area was covered, Degel had no connection to the outside world. He didn't mind the hilt's comments, but in this situation, he couldn't be singled out as a psychopath.

"Well, Kou. It's somewhat reassuring that I'm not the only one speaking to an inanimate object. Though, I prefer not letting my friend out. He's somewhat of an ego-maniac. That part might be explained later."

"Mmmphf! MMMMmmmphfff!"

Kerrain adjusted in his chair and regarded the mess with a lazy eye. He didn't really see a mess. He'd seen worse, actually. But, that was for him to know, mainly because it was his life. His thoughts trailed off again to the harpoon and pulled a brilliant idea from his shaggy black head.

"You know, I think you're right. I can smell the salt water from the ocean back there. It's much different than the shipyard, you know. Less wreckage gives of a cleaner smell, while more wreckage gives off a rotting and heavy smell. A quirk I picked up while sailing the Grenavive. When my crew gets back from hunting, what would you say to a bit of exploration?" The pirate captain inquired, twirling a splinter of wood from the broken wall in his fingers.

"Or actually, the true purpose is so I can see the size of the beasts in that pool. You get to shoot one of those giant harpoons if you come."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon thought about what was being offered and he chuckled with a smirk on his face. He wondered what they were going to find out in the waters near the school. He figured that there was probably a lot of different sea creatures out there, but one thing was for certain. At a school like this, there probably was no secure area, meaning there was probably a lot of different things out there that would be able to kill and eat you in less than a second. Not to mention that there was the fact about the water of the bay that he had been told by his master teacher Greg.

"Sure, I'd be willing to go with you sometime. Whenever you want to just gimme a holler." At this point Cyndon had resigned himself to pacing around the room, looking at random places and thinking about something that could go there. He began placing more of his knick knacks around the room, spacing them out more now that he knew he had the whole room to himself. Then he came to the orb he'd gotten from his teacher and grabbed hold of it without thinking.

"Whoa, woops!" He kept a hold on it without any real harm. What happened to the possibility of frostbite? Strange though that it shouldn't happen to him... maybe it had something to do with his elements... at any rate, he put the orb on a desk on the east side of the room and then looked back at Kerrain. He didn't have anything to do yet, so he was really only killing time in his room.

[Kerrain]

Kerrain raised an eyebrow at the orb and then turned his attention back to his Grenavive below.

"Well, if you want to see what a galleon looks like, feel free to slide down. Donivan is a bit shy to visitors, so I'd visit while he's shooting deer." The young captain stated, walking over to the hole in the wall. He gracefully hopped and landed on the sanded and slick rail, sliding down at an easy pace and dismounting off onto the stern. He'd have to figure out a way to get the ship over to the Dry Ocean without his crew getting their backs killed. The only disadvantage to a pirate ship was its weight, unfortunately.

Kerrain removed the leather from Degel's hilt and was greeted by a fine welcome.

"What the hell is wrong with, y-y-you bastard! I was about to explain my history!"

"And when did you realize that was what the leather was for?"

"BAHH! Everyone loves my history!"

"Mainly because you'd kill them if they disrespected you."

"That is not MY problem!"

"It is when I have to listen to it."

The hilt remained silent for a time being, and Kerrain could hear the mental snores of the piece of metal. He was disgusted that the hilt was sleeping, as well as relieved he didn't have to hear the history... again.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon looked over at the pathway to the ship and figured he might as well visit his roommate's room. He slid down the path rather quickly as he reached the ship and hopped on board. The boat was absolutely breath taking; it looked really beautiful and mysterious, as if it had seen many a sea and many a battle as well. He wondered if he would get to meet some of the pirate crew that Kerrain had brought with him.

"Do you think any of the crew would be upset that i'm on here? Then again i wouldn't have to worry about that seeing as though you are the one to set the terms aren't you?" Cyndon laughed heartily at his own stupid moment and went back to looking around the deck. He walked up to the helm and laid a single hand on it. It was tempting to start playing around with it, but he realized that it would do no good, only annoy his new friend. The sails ruffled in a slight breeze as Cyndon inhaled the scent of sea spray and gunpowder.

[Kerrain]

"Nah, only Donivan. He's somewhat of a neat freak, despite his pirate nature. Though, I would not mention it to him. He is... sensitive on the subject." Kerrain joked, pulling a rope and putting down the main sail. The fabric was dried thoroughly, and thus, had no need to catch wind anymore.

The corsair then thought of something, and a smile slowly crept upon his face. He walked over to the middle of the deck and opened the floor cage, the bottom deck below. He slipped down and hoisted a cannon ball into his arms, loading a side cannon. He stashed some black powder within it and took hold of the ignition rope. With one quick pull, the entire Grenavive shook with a blast of sound and power, a cannon ball hurtling through the air and over most of the forest, landing in the middle.

"There are some fun aspects of a ship!" Kerrain yelled from below deck and through the deck cage.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon was caught off-guard by the cannon blast, and he had a feeling that the entire forest was cursing up a storm. To be so pleasantly sleeping one moment and the next have a large chunk of metal come flying into you was bound to raise a few choice words... Cyndon chuckled as he dug in his ear trying to get the imaginary blockage that was deafness out of his ears.

"Well, THAT was interesting... nearly lost my footing. I must admit for a pirate, you definitely don't act that much like one... i guess it takes a while of getting angry before you do, eh? Most of the time you act like a normal rather goofy person. Not that there's anything bad about that, because hey, i am, too, and if i knew i was able to i probably would have done the same thing you did!" Cyndon rambled on in excitement. He was absolutely elated to be on the ship as it was, and now that he had technically been on a ship that had fired a weapon, his excitement grew.

"Camellia would've gone nuts if she had been here... most likely yelling to give her fair warning before you did that... Hahah, oh well!" Cyndon pulled off his usual rub-the-back-of-his-head-while-closing-his-eyes-and-sticking-his-tongue-out pose. ((Which i will now be calling the goofy pose for obvious reasons...))

[Kerrain]

"Heh, I'd rather act friendly then assume the emotion that I am raiding. Now, if I were raiding you, your head would most likely be rolling lonely upon the ground." Kerrain replied, his eyes becoming serious from the question.

"But, beyond that terrible nature. I wasn't born a pirate, so I don't speak or act like one. We'll leave it at that."

"Psh, touchy touchy touchy!"

Kerrain lowered his eyes tog lare at the hilt upon his belt, then bent his knees and jumped up from below deck and back onto the main deck. He strolled over to the stern and detached the harpoon gun, hefting it and lowering it back down below deck. He usually didn't have those weapons armed unless he was planning on going for some big fish.

"Excuse me for the clutter. I needed to put that harpoon down and make the stern clear, mainly because it's not being used. The Grenavive will be going through some sudden renovations now that it's stationary more than mobile."